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Mrs. Yang who saw Yun Jian coming back with the three children and carrying a large bag of snacks quickly told Qin Yirou, “Yirou, they’re back.”
As she spoke, she genially got up to help Yun Jian with the large and heavy plastic bag. The latter thanked her politely.
“Aunty Yang!” Yun Zhu, Duan Li and Duan Ya ran to Mrs. Yang and greeted her familiarly.
“I made mung bean soup in the kitchen. Xiao Jian, go have some with the kids.” It was only then Qin Yirou stopped what she was doing and told Yun Jian.
“Mn.” Yun Jian nodded softly.
The door opened right after her reply and in came Yun Yi. As he came in, another petite frame followed closely.
Yun Jian squinted when she saw Yun Yi coming in pulling Qing You along only for the latter to pry Yun Yi’s hand that was holding hers away shyly once she entered the house with him.
“Hi, Sister Jian. Hi, aunty,” Qing You greeted both Yun Jian and Qin Yirou.
“You both came in time. There’s mung bean soup in the kitchen. Go ahead and help yourselves with some, yeah?” Qin Yirou spoke as she got up, pretending not to see Qing You and Yun Yi holding hands just now.
Qing You was coming along for this trip as well.
When all of them had mung bean soup, they went back to their rooms and turned in for the night.
After Yun Jian went back to her and Si Yi’s mansion, she was not in a hurry to sleep but retrieved her laptop and logged on to the secret agent and assassin website that she had not visited for a long time.
Just as she logged on with her moniker, Slaying God, a window popped up. Yun Jian clicked on it with a squint but her attention was attracted by the large black font on the top of the website. It read, ‘The third global mafia tea party will be held in Country B on August 1, 1999.’
Yun Jian blinked at the title. The name sounded proper—the third global underground tea party. If regular people were to look at the words “tea party”, they might assume that it was only a gathering for leaders across the world. When there was an “underground” before the name, though, it meant something entirely different.
Yun Jian would skip the complicated part of it. Basically, the addition of the word “underground” meant that those who would attend the tea party would either be secret agents, assassins, or people belonging to international mercenary organizations.
Frankly, this was a gathering for the underground forces—a global one at that. There were rarely gatherings for underground forces like this; up till now, it had only been done twice in the world.
Yun Jian had joined once, back when she was still a small fry who was unranked on the secret agent chart. She did not expect the third one to be held soon.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The pop-up window of the website rang suddenly, so Yun Jian clicked the message to see that Snake.Lizard was the one looking for her. The text on the window was simple and direct; it said, ‘Slaying, the third underground tea party’s starting soon. Are you going?’
The term “tea party” was obviously a weak cover-up for the underground forces. Since those attending would either be assassins or secret agents, the gathering was practically a meeting for them.
Yun Jian stared at the computer screen in the unlit room, smirking lightly in the dark. There was a pause before her fingers danced rapidly across the laptop keyboard to type a word and she hit send.
The single-worded reply that Yun Jian had sent was striking in the conversation window on the screen—’Sure.’
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